The Giantess on Venus tangoed with Earth’s moon who dressed in her silver ensemble of arms and legs, crafted by the Giantess herself, bodice of moon sheltered in Dickinson’s last surviving frock, glinting trinkets at her belt.
After Giantess declared her love, and conditions were set by Moon—build me a silver body, attire me, hinder my roll through space to attach the silvery limbs
—the two outliers danced until lightfall, where, on Venus, each day is longer than an Earth’s year. And dance on and on they did.
Once the dance was nearly done, Moon moaned she missed her beloved Earth—its blue and white swirling ice cream syrup, Earthrise shinning from a cone of darkness, and her nightly striptease to Sun’s armor mirror, waning and waxing, new into blue.
Giantess’ tears vaporized on contact with Venus’ deep heat, for, though not brilliant, she knew nothing can be undone; what is sacrificed cannot arise anew. And she whispered an elegy to Moon by the beat of the tango through which they sailed and told Moon the fatal tale of Earth …
The Giantess, herself, had been born in the depths of the beautiful mother, slept under her mantle of darkness and there saw the two-armed, two-legged creatures pillage Her hidden psyche and steal Her earthly plasma.
Earth with coal in her coat flaps
Crematory chimney Earth
How She recomposed Her memories,
Decomposed the babies that fueled Her, fed Her,
Ginkgoes and ferns enshrouded, embalmed by Her,
Alchemically converted into chimera
Doors buried deep in Earth’s sacred uterus, nucleus
Fossil fuel or Earth’s ancient cemetery
Under-forest oil of aquatic remains wrapped in mud and Earth’s hearth
And then they probed Her umbilicus
The energy resources of Her dreams,
With white gloves performed curettage,
Scraping Her uterine wall, and She was cleaned
Nothing burbled below the dense surface.
They aborted Her aboriginal cashe.
To Mona, or Muna—meaning unreachable wishes—the Giantess sang.
Her perfect face through a wavy window, orphan moon, enervated moon
“Smith me in silver, shelter me, hinder my roll through space”
And roll she did, no Earth to orbit, no title to troll,
sparkling trinkets at her belt.
The Giantess on Venus tangoed nature’s homeless satellite, hither and tither they rolled,
And she whispered an elegy to her beloved partner, once labeled La Luna, to the swish of the tango, through which they sailed, the fatal tale of Earth …
Asleep under Her mantle of darkness, there I saw the pillaging of Her root-cellar psyche, the rape of Her ancient toil. Doom buried deep in Earth’s sacred uterus
Remains swathed in mud and Earth’s design,
An underbelly fallout shelter She conceived
Over millennia, self-storage facilities piped
With petro wells, winding crawl-spaces for verdure
Canning, and a last resort key to Her escape vehicle
For drifting on speed-limit less freeways of light years
Said Giantess, She learned
She was animal, plant, fungi, protista, monera
Before She formed into a perishable
She understood unbounded existence
And left as peacefully as a wave passing a mollusk
To a distant shore, fathomed
She wasn’t merely earth, but also water, air, fire, quintessence
Then Earth vanished into a sliver
The Giantess told Moon that Earth had nothing more
Stored in her basement—her glorious palace stripped
And sold off in pieces
She, who you were once tied to, has been depleted, discarded
Tango is the dance of immigrants, of slaves, of those dancing toward freedom.
Tango is the dance of sorrow, endless longing. In the outskirts of an infinite sky,
One planet less, meaningless. Tango.
Humble moon, who learned from Earth
To glimpse the universe as her shoe.